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I'd like to say that while I was being kicked in my stomach, I stood proud and tall, not faltering at all because I was just that strong. Abs of steel. But I wasn't prepared, completely unguarded, and didn't have enough time to duck and roll. Grunting in surprise as I was knocked to the Earth and letting out an "Oof!" as my spear was sent flying and hit the ground with an audible thud. Regaining composure quickly, I pulled myself up and off of the ground and brushed myself off, standing straight, my eyes narrowed, "Quae in inferno?!(What the hell in Latin)" I snapped in Latin. We all understood it, but many choose to just leave it. I happened to use Latin the most, and it came up often when I was scolding or just mad. I usually kept the long sentences in English, but short phrases normally came out in Latin. I gave an indifferent look at my spear, but made no attempt to retrieve it, not now. I wanted to keep my daggers shooting at Isabel.

"What is it you're doing out here anyway, Tucker?" I did not like having to abandon my post to keep tabs on her, but she was a wild card. I always wished I had a more serious, rule enforcing partner, but she was what I was given, and I was still determined to change her, or at least make her realize how important her status is. Maybe she did know, but just didn't care? Either way, my views was that Praetors needed to constantly be at camp and oversee things, give out punishments when necessary, and advise.

"I can respect that." I said forcefully, not wanting to say anything nice to her, but I had to give her credit where it was due. Some kids would just keep walking, turn around but do nothing, what if I had been an Isabel eating monster? It was good, to have such an instinct, although I prayed she didn't exhibit it every time a camper snuck up on her. My stomach still felt as if it was tipped upside down, or doing back flips if you will. Isabel had a strong kick, I'll give her that much.

My facial expression remained indifferent, my tone giving away no particular emotion, "Following you, of course. An eye needs to be kept on you. Gods knows what you're always up to. Leaving camp when you have duties.." I said in monotone, bringing on the scolding.

My brow raised at Isabel's claims that she need no watchful eye. My eyes once again narrowed, something one should commonly expect when in my presence. This loose cannon need supervision, I was sure of it the day she was put next to me. I will never admit it, but she made me remarkably uneasy. She was one of the few who gave me sass and didn't quiver like a wet puppy in front of me, or was quick to do with the orders I barked out. I don't know if it's because she was a fellow praetor, as to which I held minimal authority over her, or just her personality. Either way, it made me nervous not having someone under lock and key. I liked having things orderly, as many know.

"We share affairs, this is a partnership to be taken seriously," I snapped. Even I wasn't kidding myself with that one, while I do believe we should be well versed in each others lives, as I feel the two Praetors should be close and understanding of the other, that obviously isn't going to happen, given our complete opposite personalities. It'd be a miracle if we actually didn't snap at one another in an encounter.

"Of course I followed you," I waved my hand in the air nonchalantly, "I needed to know where you'd be, and what craziness you'd be up to this time. While I don't fancy leaving the camp unattended, I'm surprised you are doing something interesting for once." Well, I guess my way of having fun and what is interesting is different from common man, but, the field of Mars was quite an interesting place to explore, even if it wasn't one hundred percent safe.